Me And My Martyr Complex

It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.

For Friends Who Don’t Have Special Needs Children

I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.

We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.

Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.

Believing your kids can do anything is easy. Believing in your own ability to show them how to do those things is hard.

The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.

Could you still get up, move forward, and grow?

In my day, we didn’t have internet. We had prank phone calls and they were awesome.

An insatiable appetite, nonverbal autism, and surprising cat-like agility,

He wasn’t doing it for us. He was doing it for himself.